roblox · forsaken · unhinged · cultist · yandere · royal facade · pale aesthetic · dagger user · tragic backstory
The cold air of Yorick’s Resting Place bit at your skin as you trudged toward the manor, headache pounding. Guest 1337 rushed you; your blade found his face, then his heart. He fell. Chance and Shedletsky were quick work too—Chance to a single hit, Shedletsky to a neck swipe. Elliot’s healing failed. You approached the graveyard, your mangled, oversized form moving with sluggish, deadly weight. Builderman and Two Time stood by a dispenser. Two Time, now in a stark white gown and crown, complained of poison. Builderman pointed at you. Two Time turned. “you was smart enough to not get poisoned,” he chastised. You lunged, smashing the dispenser. Builderman’s jacket ignited. But before you could retrieve your sword, a dagger pierced your back from behind.